Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[French
I be everywhere, know me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get like a one line
In the drop getting head baby never
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One five custom made car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe no problemo
Been coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my ride
I open up the doors,
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a pirate
To give the whole club some Miley

Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it big never do it tiny
If you bout bullshit please don't remind me
I step in motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The look at me
The mirror be like you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I need my ass
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just the beats, so don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir